BiKeClUb (OC)

BiKeClUb photos.. I can’t really talk too much about it (rule #1,#2) but I will say that every Sunday, weather permitting my friends and I take our bicycles for a 2 hour ride. We try to burn off some of our middle-aged spread and then only add to it by finishing the day’s ride with pots of tea and cakes at our cafe stop. In the penthouse over there is a militant trade unionist and his failed politician wife, living the good life on the union’s slush funds. Corrupt piece of shit he is. Our standard route is two laps of the Mt.Henry and Canning bridges. This affords us a delightful view of rich girls in yoga pants with designer vaginas. I tried telling this guy to fish in the morning/afternoon with local baits and not plastic lures at noon. He didn’t appreciate my advice as he was ‘just having fun’. Sure mate, heaps of fun standing around like an idiot with no chance of a fish. Poor cunt wasn’t even getting blowies (blowfish, not fellatio). Noob. Why so monument? View from ex-mental institution, Heathcote. One of our alternate stops when we want to get ripped which is every ride. Trees rule. Heathcote is now a cafe/restaurant and a pretty sweet art gallery. Don’t drink the coffee, it’s horrid. Greedy developers want to rub their stubby cocks all over Heathcote but the public outcry would be deafening. It will never be sold 🙂 I think these are flame trees, the same ones in the cold chisel song of that name. Thank you baby Jesus for this new trend of tight leather-look pants. My cock approves. Our state emblem relaxing and sleeping on one leg. Black swans have made a comeback recently since they’ve stopped polluting our wetlands as much, or worse, draining our aquifers so they vanish competely.

BiKeClUb photos.. I can’t really talk too much about it (rule #1,#2) but I will say that every Sunday, weather permitting my friends and I take our bicycles for a 2 hour ride. We try to burn off some of our middle-aged spread and then only add to it by finishing the day’s ride with pots of tea and cakes at our cafe stop. In the penthouse over there is a militant trade unionist and his failed politician wife, living the good life on the union’s slush funds. Corrupt piece of shit he is. Our standard route is two laps of the Mt.Henry and Canning bridges. This affords us a delightful view of rich girls in yoga pants with designer vaginas. I tried telling this guy to fish in the morning/afternoon with local baits and not plastic lures at noon. He didn’t appreciate my advice as he was ‘just having fun’. Sure mate, heaps of fun standing around like an idiot with no chance of a fish. Poor cunt wasn’t even getting blowies (blowfish, not fellatio). Noob. Why so monument? View from ex-mental institution, Heathcote. One of our alternate stops when we want to get ripped which is every ride. Trees rule. Heathcote is now a cafe/restaurant and a pretty sweet art gallery. Don’t drink the coffee, it’s horrid. Greedy developers want to rub their stubby cocks all over Heathcote but the public outcry would be deafening. It will never be sold 🙂 I think these are flame trees, the same ones in the cold chisel song of that name. Thank you baby Jesus for this new trend of tight leather-look pants. My cock approves. Our state emblem relaxing and sleeping on one leg. Black swans have made a comeback recently since they’ve stopped polluting our wetlands as much, or worse, draining our aquifers so they vanish competely.

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